a poem about going to bed and the vice of drinking too much carbonated beverage, by Gregory
“Why? Why? Why?”
said little Billy Fie.
“Why must I be in bed by 8:00 at night…
when I could be up
drinking lots and lots of Sprite?”
“Because, dear,” said the maid Mrs. Piper,
“Sprite would make you hyper.”
But late one night Billy
drank 3 gallons of Sprite
and as he was straining to get the last drop,
Poor Billy went POP!
But it’s Friday night, so we are going to party and stay up late! What about you?